Quotessence
Home / Quotes / Quote by Arthur Phillips

Quote by Arthur Phillips

Work

Prague: A Novel

This novel delves into the rich tapestry of Prague's past, intertwining personal stories with the city's architectural wonders and cultural heritage. The narrative unfolds through the eyes of characters navigating love and life amidst the backdrop of Prague's storied history. more

Author

Arthur Phillips
Arthur Phillips

Arthur Phillips is an American novelist born on April 23, 1969. His works are known for their unique narrative style and profound insights into American culture. more

You May Also Like

“It is as if the Photograph always carries its referent with itself, both affected by the same amorous or funereal immobility, at the very heart of the moving world: they are glued together, limb by limb, like the condemned man and the corpse in certain tortures; or even like those pairs of fish (sharks, I think, according to Michelet) which navigate in convoy, as though united by an eternal coitus.”

“For me the noise of Time is not sad: I love bells, clocks, watches — and I recall that at first photographic implements were related to techniques of cabinetmaking and the machinery of precision: cameras, in short, were clocks for seeing, and perhaps in me someone very old still hears in the photographic mechanism the living sound of the wood.”

“There is a thing called knowledge of the world, which people do not have until they are middle-aged. It is something which cannot be taught to younger people, because it is not logical and does not obey laws which are constant. It has no rules. Only, in the long years which bring women to the middle of life, a sense of balance develops...when she is beginning to hate her used body, she suddenly finds that she can do it. She can go on living.”

“But there was a time when each of us stood naked before the world, confronting life as a serious problem with which we were intimately and passionately concerned... There was a time when Free Love versus Catholic Morality was a question of as much importance to our hot bodies as if a pistol had been clapped to our heads. Further back, there were times when we wondered with all our souls what the world was, what love was, what we were ourselves.”